*Ada*

I laid in bed, restless.

Bryson still wasn't back from whatever job that he was on for his father, and his absence made it impossible to sleep. There was so much I had to talk to him about.

My mind whirled. There was no way I was going to stop its process tonight, so with a sigh I sat up in the bed and swung my feet over the edge.

If I wasn't going to sleep, then I might as well do something productive.

I threw my clothes back on and quietly opened my ...